I was so saddened to read yesterday that Steve Irwin, Australia's famed Croc Hunter, was killed in a freak accident by a stingray barb to the heart. What a terrible loss for us all.
I spent many hours snuggling with my sons in their early years, enjoying the antics of this crazy-in-a-good-way man with his bad mullet, and his huge heart, and his even bigger love of nature, as he wrestled reptiles in what appeared to be the exact same khaki outfit, day after day.
While in any "real" way he was, of course, a total stranger to me, he somehow found a way into my deepest consciousness all the same. I'm surprised at just how saddened I am by his untimely and truly unfortunate death.
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